Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 18:05:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: Life Boat III

Life Boat III A Continuation
by
Sin titulo


	We lost the game with Jefferson the following
Saturday, and the coach demanded that Jim, Tony, and
Reese see him in his office after the bus deposited us
back in the school's parking lot.  I'd ridden with the
team at Jim's insistance, and much to the irritation
of Coach.  He glared at me on the ride to the other
team's diamond, and again all the way back to our
school in the bus.  I wondered what was eating him.  I
didn't have long to wait.  After he sent the team to
the showers, he walked to where I was sitting waiting
for Jim to finish and come out to his car.
	"So," he demanded as he walked up to where I was
sitting on the curb.  "What have you been up to with
my boys?"  I looked at him with a certain amount of
contempt, because I really disliked this man intensly.
 I looked away finally from his angry gaze, but said
nothing.  "I have it on good athority that you and Jim
are an item right now."  My head jerked around in
anger, and he leaned back as if I might strike out at
him.
	I stood up, and towered over the man who couldn't
have been more than five five in height.  He looked up
at me with a smirk on his face.  "Watch what you say
coach," I threatened.  "I know it's you that started
the rumors about me in school.  But if you think I
give a shit you have another think coming.  I know
that what you have to worry about, is what I know
about you and Reese last year, and Tony this year."
The man paled, and seemed to stagger a little.
Finally, he took a deep breath and let it out in a
drawn out sigh.
	"They told you?"
	"Of course.  They don't like you anymore than I do."
He sighed again, biting his lower lip in thought.
When he spoke again, his tone was steady and intense.
	"You realize Jim has a good shot at college ball
don't you?"  I nodded.  "A thing like this, could hurt
his chances of getting into the pros when he
graduates."
	"You'd tell the recruters?"
	"What's in it for me if I don't?"
	"I don't know. . .Ethics maybe?"
	"Fuck ethics.  I've got you and him in a tight
squeeze, and I'm looking forward to some good times.
I have no compunction about writing a few letters to
the colleges he's applied to to let them know he's a
fag.  They'll drop him from their possible lists like
a hot potato."  He glared at me as intensly as he had
earlier on the bus.
	"What is it you want from me asshole?"  He grinned.
	"You put your finger right on the button kid.  Be at
my place tonight at eight. "  He took out a small
notebook, and wrote an address on a page, tore it out
and handed it to me.
	"I have a date with Jim tonight."  I stood there with
tears stinging my eyes, holding the paper he'd given
me.
	"All the better.  You can bring him along after you
explain the situation to him.  I've been hoping for a
crack at him before the year is out, and tonight would
be just fine."  He turned and headed back into the
school's gymnasium, waving at the bus driver who was
just finishing his paper work and getting ready to
leave.  I watched the bus back out of the lot, and sat
back down on the curb and let the tears flow.  It
seemed like an hour before Jim and the other two came
out of the gym doors and headed across the lot to
where Jim's car, and I were waiting.  Tony and Reese
both looked like they were limping a little.  As they
approached, Reese grabbed his package and adjusted
himself.
	"That son of a bitch ever hits me with that paddle
again, I'm going to break it over his fucking head."
Reese dropped his nuts, and rubbed his butt with the
same hand.
	"What a fuckhead," Tony smirked.  "You looked like
you liked it.  What; did your daddy do you once or
twice after he whuped your ass?"  Reese's face turned
dark red, and he looked away quickly so we wouldn't
see.
	"What happened?"  I stood up as they approached.  Jim
walked over to me and after a quick glance around the
empty lot, gave me a peck on he cheek.
	"Coach paddled Reese and Tony for what he said was a
lousy defense in the game.  I thought they were
playing a good defensive game.  We just lost that's
all.  It happens.  I told him so, and he slapped me
across the face, and told me to keep my mouth shut and
that he'd deal with me later."  I cringed at his
words.  He looked at me with concern.
	"I need to talk to you alone."  I took hold of his
arm, and looked into his eyes intently.
	"I'll drop the boys off at Tony's, and we can go for
a ride."
	"Fine."  I let go of his arm, and he unlocked the
driver's side of his car, and slid in.  He unlocked
the rest of the doors, and I slipped in beside him.
Reese and Tony took the back seat, pausing a moment to
give each other a kiss.  I leaned on Jim's shoulder,
and he started the car.
	After dropping the boys at Tony's house, he pealed
rubber from his tires, and headed for Cherry Creek
Dam.  He drove fast, and we passed several farm trucks
and cars full of kids headed for the resaviour and the
afternoon sun.  It offered the nearest thing to a
beach Denver had to offer.  Once we had pulled into
the trees on the far side of the dam, he killed the
engine, and asked me what I wanted to talk about.
With tears welling up in my eyes again, I told him in
as much detail as I could remember what the coach had
threatened.
	"What an asshole!"  Jim was angry.  "He has no right
to say a word.  He's a bigger fag than any of us have
been.  At least we try to keep to our own age group.
He likes kids." He hit the steering wheel with the
heels of his hands, and shouted; "Son of a bitch!"  We
sat there for a long while in silence, thinking.
Finally, I had an idea.
	"You know the coach's house?"  He looked at me with
sad eyes.  He was at a loss to know what to do, but
nodded that he did know it.
	"I've been there a few times.  He likes to throw
backyard victory parties for the team when we win an
important game.  Actually, he really just likes to
surround himself with sexy young guys.  He never
invites any girls to his parties."
	"Do they ever turn into somethng more than a
celebration of winning?"  I opend my car door, and
pushed it open wide.    Jim did the same with his
door.  We sat there in the car, listeniing to the
birds singing in the trees, and letting the cool
breeze blow through the doors across our bodies.
	"I've heard that he sometimes asks one or two of the
team members to stay behind to help him clean up the
mess after the party breaks up.  Maybe he gets them to
do things when they are alone together.  I've never
seen anything happen when everybody was there.  Maybe
he's afraid tongues will wag in the wrong ears.
What's your idea?"
	I out lined the basic plan that had been forming in
my mind.  What we needed was to get the coach in a
compromising position, and get something that would be
irrefutable evidence that the coach was the culprit,
and not one of the team members.  Jim listened, and
then sitting back in the driver's seat, he took a pack
of Luckies out of the glove compartment, and lighted
one up.  He didn't offer me one because he already
knew I didn't like smoking.
	"So how do you envision accomplishing this plan?  He
took a drag, and looked at me.  I slipped out of the
car, and slammed my door.  He got out, and slammed his
as well.  We started walking into the shade under the
trees.  He finished his smoke as we walked in silence,
and flipped the butt away.  I followed its arc with my
eyes, and when it landed, I walked over to where it
lay smoldering, and crushed it out with my heel.
	"Things burn too easily here," I said, rejoining him
on the path.  "Remember the fire on Mount Evans last
year. . .probably a cigarette thrown out of a car
window."  Once in the trees, it cooled off quickly.
The sun had been hot on us out in the open.  I began
to outline the plan in detail, occassionally pausing
to ask him if this part or that would work in his
estimation since he knew the coach's house.  At last,
after answering his few questions to his satisfaction,
he agreed to go along with it.  It seemed like the
best solution to the problem of controling the coach's
mouth.
	We continued to walk through the trees, and as we
worked our way along a path that bordered the water,
we heard noises coming from a small clearng ahead.  We
both instinctively ducked down so we wouldn't be seen,
and moved toward the clearing.  There in the grass on
the shore of the lake, a man and a woman, naked, and
screwing.  He was thin and muscular, while she had a
little weight on her.  He had her on her hands and
knees, and was fucking her from the rear.  He was up
on his toes, and his balls were banging against her
pussy lips, and we realized he was in her ass instead
of her cunt.  We were both hard in an instant, and I
felt Jim grope me and then unzip my fly and began to
fish out my hardness.  He bent at the waist, and took
me into his mouth and began to suck me like it was an
all day sucker.  The man was oblivious of us, intent
on his sex act, but the woman began to look around and
spotted Jim sucking my cock.  She grinned, and started
wiggling her butt to give her fucker a better ride.
Her big droopy tits began to swing back and forth.  I
started to cum in Jim's mouth, and when he had
swallowed it down, I dropped to my knees and pulled
his cock out of his pants and went down on him.  I
glanced at the couple, and the man had begun his rise
to climax, and was grunting hard as he let go in her
ass.  I felt Jim's nuts pull up and then the hot spurt
of his cum washed across my tongue.  I swallowed, and
then swallowed again as he came in massive doses.
	The man finished finally, and stood up pulling his
now flacid cock out of her hole.  She lay down on her
back, and asked him to eat her cunt, because she
hadn't cum yet.  He got down on all fours, and buried
his head in her folds, and was soon grunting like a
pig in her proper hole.  He never knew we were there,
but she waved at us as we zipped up and backtracked to
the car.  Neither of us had ever seen a woman being
fucked or pussy eaten, and so we talked about it all
the way back to town.  We laid unprovable bets that
she was a whore he'd picked up, or a horny housewife
afreaid of getting pregnant by man other than her
husband.
	We stopped by Tony's house, and found they had gone
to Reese's place after we had dropped them off.
Tony's mom offered to call them for us to see if they
were still there.  They were, so we headed over.  Once
there, we explained my plan, and the two got excited
about it and wanted to participate.  We made some
detailed plans including them, and then broke up
planning to meet after dinner at the drive-in before
the apointed hour the coach had set.  Jim dropped me
off at my house just in time to sit down at the table
with my folks and sisters.  We ate, while my stepdad
watched the news on the TV that he's set on one end of
the table like a guest.  Walter Crokite was expounding
on this event or that, but I didn't pay much attention
while I finished eating.  I asked to be excused, and
took my dirty dishes to the kitchen sink.  My older
sister Marge, was right behind me.  As we washed and
dried our dishes, I whispered to her that I had
something to tell her about.  We took the garbage out
to the alley together, and stood at the back of the
property behind the garage, talking.  Margret was
three years older than me, and had once run away and
tried to get married.  They hadn't quite managed it
before the cops caught them at the Justice of the
Peace's office, and put a stop to the porceedings
because at the time she was under age.  The biker she
was trying to marry, was carted off to jail for
corrupting a minor, and never heard from again.  She
had told me they had had sex several times, and there
after, we had always been able to talk frankly with
each other.
	I told her about seeing the couple fucking by the
lake, and she wanted to know the details.  When I
finished telling her, I had left nothing out including
what Jim and I had done to each other.  She had put
her hand over her mouth when she heard about us, but
said nothing until the story was finished.
	"I knew you were probably gay," she said.  "But why
are you telling me?"
	"I just wanted to share my secret with someone I
could trust.  I know you won't tell Smitty, her
father, and my stepdad.  He'd probably kick me out of
the house, and mother would help him.  I want to
finish school, because, Mrs. N., has found me a
sponsor to help with going to college.  I need my
degree from Washngton to go on to better things.  I
don't want to spend the rest of my life in Denver."
	"You and me both.  I won't tell anyone."  I kissed
her on the cheek, and told her I was walking down to
the drive-in to meet Jim and some friends.  I left her
standing behind the garage, and headed down the alley.
	Tony and Reese were already there when I arrived.  I
slid into the back seat of the Ford, and when the
waitress rolled up, I ordered a cherry coke.  Tony and
Reese had both eaten their dinner at the drive-in, and
were nursing their cokes while the waited for me and
Jim to arrive.  Jim pulled into the lot a little while
later, and we set the plan in motion with a brief
rundown as to how it would play out.  Jim handed Reese
his dad's fancy video camera, and showed them how to
use it.  When they was comfortable with the machine,
we both got out of the Ford, and into the Chevy.  Jim
and I left the lot first, and were soon winding our
way to the coach's house in a neighborhood not far
from the school.
	I rang the doorbell, while Jim stood with his hands
pushed down into his team letter jacket pockets.  He
was really concealing a strip of heavy duty tape.  The
coach must have been waiting for us since it was
almost eight thirty.  He pulled the door open, and
stuck his head out to look both ways before backing
into the hallway entrance to his house.  I followed
him in and Jim came in after, carefully slipping the
tape over the lock mechanism of the door and closing
it behind him.  The door couldn't lock as the coach
imagined.
	"Let's go to the basement.  I've got a nice play room
down there."  He turned and led the way through the
kitchen, and down some back stairs.  He flipped a
light switch at the top of the stairs as he went past,
leading the way.  The basement was half finished.  the
unfinished half was his lundry area, and a string of
clothes lines were hung with his underwear and several
pairs of pants.  They were dry already but he hadn't
bothered to take them down.  An ironing board in one
corner, told me he only took them down to iron when he
needed them to wear.
	The finished side of the basement, was carpeted with
a tatty old brown shag carpet, and a few beaten up old
overstuffed chairs.  Hanging from chains in one corner
was a contraption that looked vaguely like a swing
combined with a reclining chair.  He told us to take a
seat and asked if we wanted anything to drink.
	"What do you have?"  Jim spoke for the first time.
	"Cokes, beer, of some harder stuff if you want it."
He pointed to a beathen up old fridge.  "Just help
yourselves."  Jim walked over and opened the fridge
door.  It was well stocked with mostly alcoholic
drinks of all kinds.  He took two cokes out and
started to shut the door.
	"Bring me a whiskey on ice," coach said with a sneer
in his voice.  "There's a glass in the cabinet to the
left of the fridge.  Jim set the two cokes on top of
the fridge, and opened the cabinet.  Inside, along
with a shelf that held a few chipped glasses, we could
see various kinds of leather items including something
that looked like the whip they used to beat the
sailors with in "Mutiny on the Bounty".  Jim took a
glass out and closed the door.  He opened the fridge
and withdrew a half empty bottle of burbon, and then
took a tray of ice out of the narrow compartment at
the top.  He cracked the ice tray, and put two cubes
in the glass.  He returned the tray to the ice
compartment, and after filling the glass with burbon,
returned the bottle and closed the fridge door.  He
took the glass to coach, and then returned for the two
cokes.
	"You got a opener for these coach?" he waved the two
bottles at him.
	"On the shelf in the cabinet."  Coach had already
drunk half the full glass of liquor.
	"Jim retreaved the opener, and the caps hissed off
one at a time.  He handed me mine, and took a swig of
his coke before sitting down on the arm of the chair I
had selected.
	"So," Coach said.  "I've got you both here.  He tell
you the way it is Jim?"  Jim nodded.  The coach drank.
 I sipped my coke, and watched the man as he
swallowed.  I wanted to get the show on the road.
	"What did you want us here for coach?"  I slipped an
arm around Jim's waist, and he dropped his arm around
my shoulder.
	"Sex.  What else?  I know what you two fags have been
up to.  I have a sixth sense about boys.  Do you both
take it up the ass or just one of you?"
	"We both like it that way coach," I said, goading
him.   He got a lustful look in his eyes, and took
another swallow of his drink.
	"I like it up the ass too boys, maybe we can make
this a regular thing.  Once in a while, I like to fuck
a little behind as well.  Let's see what you boy's
have got down there.  He stood up, and went to the
fridge to refresh his drink.  He filled the glass
again.  "Come on now.  Don't get all shy on me here.
We're all men aren't we?"  He set his glass on top of
the fridge, and reached for his belt buckle.  In a
moment he'd dropped his pants and was stepping out of
them.  His tiny kid's dick almost made me laugh when I
saw it.  His little ball sack looked like it hardly
contained any jewels.  He started unbuttoning his
shirt.  Under it he had a mat of dark hair on his
chest, and when he had pealed it off, and dropped it
ontop of his pants on the floor, we could see he was
headed to paunch in his belly.  He slapped his stomach
a few times, and picked up his drink again, swallowing
about half of it in one gulp.
	I stood up and pulled off my t shirt.  Jim set his
coke on the floor, and began pulling his over his head
as well.  When I had mine off, the coach stepped over
to me and bent to start sucking my left tit.  He
moaned as his lips sealed over my flesh.  Jim dropped
his pants, and and as usual had not worn underwear.
His flacid cock hung doen over his balls that hung
down another four inches below.  Coach reached for his
cock, and began to fondle it.  Surprisingly, Jim
remained soft in his hand.
	I released my belt, and pushed my pants down.  Coach
followed them to the floor and once on his knees, he
swallowed my flacid cock to the root.  He was able to
bring me to half hard, then pulled off and engulfed
Jim to his balls.  He sucked us both back and forth,
and I eventually grew hard while Jim could only manage
a soft enlargment of his cock.  Coach didn't seem to
notice or care.  His little dick had gone completely
hard and stood straight up at least four inches.
	Finally, he stopped sucking and stood up.  He used my
stiff cock as a handle and led me to the funny looking
swing.   He told me to climb on it and hold onto the
chains.  I did as I was told, and once there, he
pushed my legs up and wrapped them around the chains
as well.  He bent over and started licking my balls,
but soon abandoned them for my butthole.  He was
dripping and oozing saliva all over my private areas,
until I was sloppy wet with it.  When he had enough of
this, he stood up and told me he was going to fuck me.
 I almost laughed, because I didn't think he could get
more than the head of his little pencil into me.
	He pried my cheeks apart, and pushed it in.  My first
reaction was that he hadn't actually succeeded, but he
laid down across my body and began to rock the swing
as he pumped himself into me.  After a few minutes of
this, it grew tiresome, and I motioned for Jim to come
around to my head.  I let my head fall back, and
reached for his flacid cock.  He stepped closer, and I
sucked him in deep into my throat.  He sighed, and
began to stiffen at once.  I thought I heard a board
creak above us and assumed the plan was in motion.
	Jim began to hump my throat as he got hard enough,
and the coach started fucking me in little rapidfire
strokes that began to hurt.  I remembered what Reese
had said about the rabbit fuck hurting.  It didn't
take long for the coach to finish.  It was no big
event for him, and once he'd pulled out, I couldn't
feel any evidence that he'd cum while fucking me.
	"Why don't you fuck him now Jim.  Sloppy seconds."
The coach was holding his tiny cock, and I wondered if
he was through for the night.  Jim pulled out of my
throat, and was quick enough pushing into my asshole
with his nice heafty cock.  He grabbed the chains on
either side of my hips, and started the swing in
motion.  His cock slid in and out without effort.  It
soon had me panting with pleasure.  Jim was getting
into it and at the bottom of each stroke, he'd lean
over and lick up the underside of my swollen dick.  He
was making me so hot that I thought I'd cum in a few
minutes.
	Coach went to the fridge, and after freshening his
drink, opened the cabinet and began to put on a black
leather mask.  He tied a leather thong tightly around
his tiny dick, wrapping it so that it separated his
nus from his penis.  I watched him doing this from the
swing, while Jim continued to work me over.  By the
time the coach was finished with tieing himself with
the thong, his balls were swelling and his little dick
was bulging with trapped blood, and turning purple.
The little cock head, was swolen to twice its normal
size.  He examined himself in a mounted mirror on the
inside of the cabinet door, and satisfied with his
work, withdrew the leather whip, and came back to the
swing.  I almost burst into laughter at the crazy
sight he made, but kept my mouth shut.  In the dim
corner of the room, I caught a glint of light, and if
I stared at it long enough, I could just make out the
forms of Tony and Reese crouched there behind some
household storage items.  We had all been so intent on
what we were doing that none of us had noticed the two
come down the stairs.  I smiled.  Coach's ass was ours
forever now.
	Standing beside Jim, coach cracked the whip once, and
then trailed the many leather strands over my chest.
I shivered imagining the damage it could do to my
skin.  He then drew back with his arm, and lashed at
Jim's buttocks.  Jim winced, but didn't let up his
thrusting into me.  The coach took this to mean he was
alright with it.  The next strike was harder, and Jim
moaned but continued doing his job on me.  Coach
groaned, and started breathing a little heavier.  He
drew back to strike again, and Jim suddenly pulled his
cock out of my ass, and gripping it in his tight fist,
he turned, and began to spray cum up and down the
coach's torso.  Coach moaned again, and rubbed the hot
cream into his chest hair.  He dropped the whip, and
Jim picked it up.  He swished it a time or two, then
cracked it hard on the coach's ass.  Long red welts
appeared where the lashes stung him.  He groaned, and
started pulling me out of the swing.  On my feet
again, Jim handed me the whip, and told me to lay into
the man with it.  Coach had laid himself across the
leather swing, with his head hanging off the back.
His butt cheeks were totally exposed to me.  I let fly
with the whip and coach cried out in pain.  The welts
were bright with blood being drawn to the surface of
his skin.
	Jim stepped around to the coach's head, and without
warning, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head up.
Coach opened his mouth to cry out, but was silenced
whe Jim thrust his still stiff cock into the man's
mouth.  Coach gagged, but Jim was unrelenting. Out of
the corner of my eye, now that the coach couldn't see,
Tony and Reese stepped out into the room.  The video
camera was pointed directly at the coach in the swing,
and I could tell that the  way they had framed the
images they were recording, that the only identifiable
person in the film would be the coach.  Reese stepped
up to the coach, and using a length of rope he'd
brought with him, he quickly tied the coach's hands
together under the swing.  Once this was accomplished,
he stood back and pulled out his big cock, and stepped
up behind the coach.  With one swift stroke, he pushed
the entire eight inches into the man's guts.  Coach
issued a stiffled scream, and Jim fucked deeper into
his throat.  The scream was cut short turning into a
gurgle.  Jim untied and pulled the mask off the
coach's face, and he was totally recognisable.
	I had switched from strapping his butt, to laying
stripes across his back.  He was beginning to show
little droplets of blood oozing up from lacerations
the whip thongs had made.  He was moaning almost
continuously now.  Growing tired of the whipping, I
dropped the whip onto the floor, and without giving it
much thought, took my now flacid cock in hand and
began to piss on the coach's back.  Jim laughed, and
pulled out of his face, which allowed the coach to
twist around and realize there were more than two
people with him in the room.  He screamed like a stuck
pig when he saw the camera.  The stream of curses he
came out with turned the air blue, and our ears red..
Jim shushed him by pissing a hot yellow stream into
his open mouth.  Coach litterally turned red all over
his body.  Reese got into  the act, by pulling his
cock out and soon enough also was emptying his bladder
all over the coach's body.  Piss was dripping out of
the leather swing on to the carpeted floor.  I reached
between the coach's legs, and untied the thong he'd
bound his cock and balls with, and to my surprise as
soon as it was released, coach began to piss onto the
floor as well.
	I began to wonder if the pig was enjoying our
punishment.  We turned off the camera, and left the
coach to stew in the piss while we all had beers out
of the fridge.  We talked in low tones among
ourselves, with the coach occassionally demanding to
be untied.  We ignored him, and finally reached a
decision.  Tony, Reese and Jim would leave with the
video camera so he wouldn't have a chance to get his
grimy hands on it.  I would stay to read the facts to
the coach.  If we ever even suspected that he had used
his position to do damage to any one of our careers,
the video would be duplicated and delivered to every
major television station in the metropolitan area, and
maybe even to some national networks along with a
letter explaining what the video showed.  His ass
would be clapped in jail forever, since all four
participants in the scene with him were underage by at
least a year.  That was not to mention the fact that
he'd probably have a few parents gunning for him for
real.
	He lay there listening to my speach, reaking of piss
and still seeping droplets of blood.  After I was
through talking, I told him I was going to untie him
and leave.  He whimpered a little and whispered
something I had to bend down to hear.  He repeated it
for me.
	"I accept that you guys have me by the balls over
this, and you can rest assured I am bound to silence.
I like my job, and the opportunities it brings my way,
so I admit defeat.  But before you untie me and leave,
I have one request."
	"What's that?"
	"I need to be fucked bad.  I haven't really gotten
off yet, and I want you to plow my hole until I cum.
All the better if you cum inside me too."  I thought
it over, and thought that I might not ever have such
an opportunity again.  I stuck my flacid cock in his
face and told him to suck me up hard.  He gobbled cock
like it was candy, and soon enough had me ready to do
him royal.  I stepped behind him, and shoved my dick
into his guts and grabbed the swing and used physics
to get the job done.  I couldn't see his tiny dick
from the position I was in, but in a few minutes, I
felt a few small splatteres of his hot cum on my legs.
 I leaned over him, and blew my load up his ass.  When
I finished and pulled out, I could see my thick white
cum oozing out of his still open hole.  I went to the
cabinet and picked up a long rubber tool I'd seen
there earlier.  It fit in nicely, and I pushed it in
all the way.  he groaned with the intrusion but didn't
protest.  I wonderedhow often he used the big rubber
dick on himself.
	When I'd dressed again, I untied his bonds, and left
him laying there in the swing exhausted from the
night's work.  I made my way out of the basement, but
stopped upstairs to rummage through his closet.  I
found what I was looking for, and tried it on.  The
fit was only a little large, but the big green "W" on
the left front panel was really what I wanted to take
to college with me.  No one in my new school had to
know my letter was in fucking the coach.

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